I, the Prince of Qin

　　Mo Zhe looked at her with cold eyes as she was busy receiving people from all walks of life, and said many touching and tearful words.

　　It was obvious that the people around her had a favorable impression of Lux, which came from the heart, not mixed with political ideas, and emanated from the root of human nature.

　　This kind of support is far more profound and powerful than mere slogans and propaganda.

　　In a way, this is close to a belief.

　　Facts have proved that not everyone can play the Virgin.

　　If you don't act well, you become a bitch.

　　But when the show is done, there is a group of fanatical believers.

　　Lux is obviously proficient at this.

　　If she is summoned as a Servant, I am afraid that she will have EX-rank incitement.

　　The little princess looked curiously at people coming and going, looked at some elderly grandparents, took Lux's hand, and cried like a child.

　　Mo Zhe patted the little princess on the back: "You, you can either simply be a carefree princess in the future, or you have to learn from that elder sister."

　　The little princess did not understand, but she still kept Baba's words in her heart.

　　The interview has come to an end, and as scheduled, Lux will sing to the victims of Julius 7.

　　Countless cameras and microphones are facing her position, prepared from all angles, recording her frowns and smiles, the ups and downs of every syllable and every melody.

　　The scene was crowded with people, but there was no sound at all, and everyone held their breaths.

　　In countless satellite colonies, husbands guard their wives, fathers guard their sons, companies temporarily stop working, and factories temporarily stop running.

　　Even in the Earth Union, some people secretly set up antennas to listen to Lux's singing.

　　The bird stayed on the branch, and the song melodiously rose, floating to the sky and to the universe.

　　The gentle melody, like a soft fallen leaf, soothes people's hearts.

　　There are whispers of lovers, lost loves, and companions who look back on the battlefield but never see each other again.

　　There is mourning, there is joy, as if to tell the world, all the sadness, but the tune turns and brings the world, all the hope.

　　Some people found the harbor of the soul in the singing, and some people recalled the relatives and children who died in the war, as if seeing them beside them, looking at themselves, smiling tenderly.

　　Lux, who was singing, almost exuded divine brilliance.

　　When many people all over the world are fascinated by Lux's singing.

　　In the Zaft battleship, Cruze closed the door, hesitated, and turned on the old-fashioned radio.Lux's singing was wafting from inside.

　　He let out a few mocking smiles, and suddenly covered his body suddenly.

　　"His ..." The severe pain struck the whole body.

　　Lux's singing could not relieve his pain even in the slightest.

　　At the same time, Earth, the third new Tokyo city, the office of Ikarigendo.

　　Ikari Gendo rested his hands against his chin and rested on the table.

　　On the thick eyes, the broadcast screen of Lux singing was reflected.

　　He just watched silently.

　　No one knew what he was thinking, and no one knew his heart.

　　Except for himself.

　　There are many other people, holding various thoughts, listening to the same song at the same time.

　　Lux sang flawlessly, her voice and body language conveying a heart-wrenching signal.

　　The rhythm dances, the notes dance.

　　"La~~... la la~" Mo Zhe suddenly heard a milky voice from under him, singing along.

　　The little princess also watched Lux's singing intently. Children of this age, driven by the rhythm, unknowingly imitated it.

　　It was very jerky at first, and the slow, intermittent rhythm was connected into a melody.

　　Be cautious and ignorant until you become more and more skilled and more confident.

　　Children of this age have a strong ability to imitate.

　　Besides, it was Mo Zhe's daughter, Princess Daqin.

　　She followed Lux's rhythm, becoming smoother and more peaceful.

　　Someone next to her noticed her voice, looked at her, and smiled and encouraged.

　　Such a small child, sing along, no one will blame her.

　　Gradually, the little princess grasped the essentials, bumping to the ground, making her milky voice intertwined with Lux's singing.

　　More and more people noticed this, and Lux ​​noticed it too, and took the initiative to walk over, walked closer, and handed her a microphone.

　　The camera naturally showed the little princess with a big bow on the screen.

　　The singing was interrupted for a while, and the little princess was a little shy, thinking she had done something wrong, and looked at the countless pairs of eyes around her blankly.

　　The child has the desire to express, of course Mo Zhe will not hit her at this time, just pat her on the back lightly: "If you want to go, go."

　　The little princess turned her head and saw Mo Zhe's encouraging smile. Although she still didn't quite understand it, Baba's approval gave her courage.

　　Lux lowered her body and held her hand, singing again.

　　This time, in addition to Lux's original perfect singing voice, there was a little girl with a milky voice, but she sang extremely hard.

　　After initial attempts, the little princess quickly grasped the rhythm.Lux also deliberately lowered the difficulty, or sang the same song over and over again.

　　Two singers, one big and one small, cooperated with each other to spread the song to the entire human circle.

　　The voice of the little princess, carried by Lux, penetrated the crowd, penetrated the camera and microphone, and radiated instantly.

　　"Huh..." "I'm... what's wrong...?"

　　The abnormality appeared slowly in the crowd.

　　At first, some people stood blankly, until they regained their senses, only to realize that their eyes had been blurred by tears.

　　Some people, very real, see the person they have been missing really appear in front of them, hold their hands, go home together, raise children, and live a happy life like this - once thought that they would never again. unobtainable life.

　　A centenarian in a wheelchair stood up tremblingly.With her lower limbs already paralyzed, she miraculously stood up, stretched out her hand, and touched her son and grandson who should have died on the battlefield.

　　Others saw the overflowing light from behind the singing little girl, as if a pair of small wings were slowly opening.

　　"Angel……"

　　"...that's... an angel..."

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　　ps: The last time I said yes, it will be updated tomorrow!

Chapter 289 Chapter [-]: Magic covering tens of billions of people

　　"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!"

　　In the dark room, Cruze kept rolling on the ground in pain. Every cell in his body seemed to be gnawing at himself, gnawing at every nerve, gnawing at his stomach, bone marrow, and brain.

　　With his blue-veined hand, he grabbed the medicine indiscriminately and poured it into his mouth without bothering to check the weight.

　　But it's useless, useless, the pain of dying and decaying step by step, the curse of being a clone that makes people crazy, goes with the shadows, penetrates into the bone marrow, can't be relieved, can't be relieved.

　　Cruzer is a clone.

　　No one knows about this except himself.

　　The abnormal aging caused by chromosomal defects, coupled with the limited lifespan, not only caused him to suffer from pain, but also caused him to have extreme hatred for the human beings who created him.

　　This hatred drives him to continue to spread opposition, and even madly wants to destroy all mankind.

　　In the original world line, he planned to make the Earth Union and P.L.A.N.T completely opposed, and let the nuclear bomb of the Earth Army destroy P.L.A.N.T.

　　At the same time, he encouraged Patrick Sara to create a super weapon "Genesis", shoot gamma rays to the earth, and destroy all human beings on the earth.

　　Then he himself, with the help of the powerful performance of God's Will Gundam, wiped out all the remaining strength of the enemy and ourselves in the universe.

　　In the end, God's Will Gundam blew himself up, and he also died, and the entire human race was wiped out.

　　This crazy plan, in his dying body, took shape little by little, with his pain and despair, hatred and helplessness.

　　"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

　　The excruciating pain continued to invade the whole body.

　　"Die, die, die!!! Everyone die!! This world full of garbage is full of maggots that don't know what to call alive and wriggling.

　　He tumbled, drooling and tearing, roaring and laughing, then crying, like a giant baby.

　　"Woohoooooooooooooooooooooooooo, pain, so painful, so painful ..."

　　"Help me help me... who will help me... the devil... the devil... just let me get rid of this pain, I am willing to sell my soul to the most evil devil! I am willing to be hell's Poor soldier! I am willing to lick the devil's feet, I am willing to do anything ... uh, ah, so painful, pain, pain- "

　　Cruzer's spirit had been twisted to the extreme during the long-term torture. In a room that was absolutely soundproof and had all monitoring and communication equipment turned off, he rolled and smashed everything he could see.

　　It was chaotic and twisted, like a saw in the brain that was cutting a little bit, and a trace of Lux's singing penetrated.

　　The song that brought people comfort was so ironic to him.

　　But, suddenly, inexplicably, without any warning, the whole body suddenly loosened.

　　It was like a dry desert suddenly being poured into a clear spring.

　　It's like a warm current that heals everything, flowing through the limbs and bones, biting the cells of the body, soothing them one by one, and becoming calm.

　　There was still saliva hanging from the corner of Cruzer's mouth, his eyes were hazy, and the sudden ease made him dazed for a while.

　　On the old-fashioned radio, the song was still playing wobbly.

　　Suddenly, a pain struck again, he covered his head in fear, and shivered habitually, but he did not wait for the expected big attack.

　　Another warm current, following the rhythm of the singing on the radio, lingered around, smoothing out the restless, crazy, and self-gnawing cells one by one.

　　Cruze raised his head blankly, instinctively realized what he was doing, and slammed into the radio, his feet were smashed by the edge of the bed, and fell to the ground with a "Boom!" .